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"Be Careful What You Wish For..."
The bashful boy had found a girl to love. She was enchanting, lovely to behold. With sparkling eyes and skin soft as a dove, A glance from her did make his spirit bold. That he was but a servant was a plight. She was the daughter of a nobleman. He craved her touch; she was his heart’s delight. He’d win her love, if he could find a plan. “Oh woe is me; how can I win her hand?” The humble youth said to the empty air. “I am so poor and her life is so grand. To be near her, I’d give my soul, I swear!” Then suddenly, a hazy mist appeared. “You’d give your soul?” a sultry voice replied. The poor boy shook as through the mist he peered And saw a shapely sorceress inside. “Aye, that I would,” he answered back to her. “To be with her would be my dream come true.” The witch then said, “We have a deal, young sir. Just listen while I tell you what to do.” It took such effort for him just to think. He tried, but could not hide his eagerness. “When you get near her, simply sip this drink. “The rest is easy,” said the sorceress. The mist then blew away; the witch was gone. The boy ran off to find his lovely maid. He did not know that he was just a pawn And for this drink, his soul had been betrayed. He found his maiden standing near the grove. He held the drink and quickly swallowed down. He squeezed his eyes shut as the magic wove. His head felt faint and he fell to the ground. When he woke up, her face was close to his. She had a loving smile upon her lips. “He’s just the sweetest thing; oh yes, he is!” He reached to touch her with his finger tips. His hands felt odd! His elbows wouldn’t bend. He looked and saw his arms covered in fur! He tried to scream, this nightmare to transcend! The only sound was just a rasping purr. .................. The witch had said his wish she would fulfill. The drink had done what she said it would do. His soul was gone; he had the girl, but still…. Be careful what you wish, it might come true! --written in iambic pentameter (10-10-10-10, abab)
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